Exploding God

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"President Lin requests your presence."

Just as the Mercedes-Benz S350 was parked in the parking space, a man in a suit came over and opened the car door for Lin Zhidao, saying something in a low voice.

"Did they say what it was about?"

At school and at home, Lin Zhidao was no longer the obsequious and fearful person he had just shown in front of his cousin and Lu Ze. His height of 1.8 meters already made him look tall, and his outfit of a suit jacket with casual pants and leather shoes made him look even more mature. His casual questioning at this moment made him look even more mature. No one in No. 3 Blackwater Street dared to underestimate Lin Zhidao because of his youth.

"President Lin didn't say, but it seems the eldest young master is with you. He's waiting for you in the small meeting room," the man in the suit added cautiously after a moment's thought.

"Interesting." Lin Zhidao chuckled when he heard that the legitimate eldest son of the family and his half-brother were also there.

I went out once, and my family started watching me.

What, Lin Shih-heng, you who prides yourself on being a business elite and a noble scion of a family, also have time to keep an eye on your good but good-for-nothing younger brother?

"I see."

Lin Zhidao waved his hand casually, stretched out his arms and walked towards the small meeting hall, his nonchalant and arrogant demeanor unchanged from before.

In the small meeting room, a middle-aged man in a Zhongshan suit sat expressionlessly in the main seat. He looked somewhat imposing without being angry. His skin was slightly dark, and the nasolabial folds on his forehead would sometimes compress and sometimes relax as he smoked.

He is Lin Dongyao, the head of the Lin family in Blackwater Street.

On the left, a tall, slender young man sat with his legs crossed. He had fair skin and his shirt and suit were worn casually, with a few buttons undone at the collar and cuffs. He was looking at the figure in front of him with a nonchalant expression.

"How rude of me, I haven't had a chance to ask your name on my previous visits. What's your name?" The young man picked up the tea beside him, took a sip, and asked leisurely.

"It's truly an honor for me, Gu Sanhai, to be remembered by Young Master Lin." The man with the buzz cut grinned and then tossed the stack of photos in front of him.

With a snap, they scattered on the ground.

"Since both of the Lin family's leaders are here today, I, Gu Sanhai, will not waste time with you two. My Tiger Shark Gang brothers were beaten by Lin Zhidao's men, and I have come here specifically to demand an explanation."

"The brothers are also very impatient, so you don't need to worry. This is the last time I, Gu Sanhai, will come here."

The man with the buzz cut felt a surge of anger rising in his heart as he recalled what had happened that morning, his elbow still burning with pain, and his tone suddenly became much more arrogant.

"The last time? Perfect, that's what I was thinking too."

Lin Shih-heng didn't even glance at the photos on the ground. He stood up, straightened his sleeves, and said nonchalantly, "Anything else to say? If not, it's my turn."

Other words? What do you mean by "it's your turn"?

Gu Sanhai felt instinctively annoyed by Lin Shiheng's arrogant demeanor.

"Of course! The boss sent me to tell you that the Tiger Shark Gang brothers won't be beaten for nothing!"

"That's it?" A cold smile crept onto Lin Shiheng's lips. He glanced at the silent Lin Dongyao, then shook his head and sighed, "Tiger Shark Society... Ha, where did they hear that name and try to extort money from our Lin family? Leaving aside whether the Tiger Shark Society would actually lower themselves like this, just consider that Lin Zhidao beat up your people. How come I've never seen him have the strength to provoke the Tiger Shark Society?"

"Of course, it doesn't matter whether it is or not. What matters is that after today, I'm afraid some scoundrels will treat my Lin family as their backyard."

"So, I'll have to trouble you with this next."

Lin Shiheng stood casually in front of Gu Sanhai, looking down at him with a contemptuous tone.

"That means there's nothing to talk about, I understand. The boss said today is really the last time, don't blame me for not warning you." Gu Sanhai looked at Lin Shiheng mockingly, then glanced at Lin Dongyao beside him, uttered a harsh remark, and turned to walk out.

However, the moment he turned around, he sensed something was wrong and wanted to turn back to see what was going on, but suddenly a sharp pain shot through his back.

boom!

Then he was lifted into the air as if riding on clouds, and landed heavily.

The intense pain then spread throughout his body. Gu Sanhai curled up on the ground, and could only let out an instinctive low growl from his throat due to the excruciating pain.

Lin Shih-heng retracted his right leg and casually said, "Break both legs and throw him out."

"Yes, young master." The two bodyguards in suits, who looked like background figures, nodded respectfully upon hearing this, skillfully held down Gu Sanhai, who was trying to get up, and dragged him out without any hesitation.

A moment later, a mournful howl came from not far outside the door.

In the small square, a bodyguard threw away the alloy rod in his hand, casually stuffed a piece of burlap into Gu Sanhai's mouth, glanced at his legs which were bent into an eerie arc, and sneered.

He picked up Gu Sanhai, who had already fainted from the pain, and casually tossed him out the door.

When Cheng Zhan and the others on patrol saw Gu Sanhai with his legs bent abnormally, they exchanged glances with each other, sneered, walked over, and spat on him.

"tramp living by begging."

Several people simultaneously uttered this sarcastic remark, paused for a moment, and then burst into laughter.

The rumble of heavy motorcycles echoed from the distant alleyway as three heavy motorcycles roared in.

Cheng Zhan and his companions quickly and alertly looked up.

A man in a jacket and two men in trench coats stopped thirty meters away and took out their cameras to take pictures of Cheng Zhan and his group.

"What are you doing?!"

"Put down the camera."

Cheng Zhan instinctively sensed that something was wrong and immediately shouted.

At the same time, he gestured to his two companions to stay where they were, while the remaining four rushed with him, trying to seize the camera.

An Guang and his two companions put down their cameras, coldly watched the group of bodyguards rushing forward, grinned, twisted the handlebars, and the heavy motorcycle roared and drove off.

"He just... took a picture of us?"

"These thugs look like that guy's accomplices, trying to get revenge by exposing him? How ridiculous."

"Let's throw that unlucky guy aside first."

"I'll go and report to the boss."

After making the arrangements, Cheng Zhan turned and walked towards the gate.

……

In the small meeting room, Lin Zhidao stood with his hands in his pockets, his face expressionless, only his eyes moving as his gaze swept back and forth between Lin Dongyao and Lin Shiheng.

"What is it?"

"You hit someone again?" Lin Dongyao finally spoke, stubbed out the half-smoked cigar, and looked up coldly.

Hitting someone? I'd like to.

The violent scene he had witnessed an hour earlier automatically flashed through Lin Zhidao's mind, followed by the image of Lu Ze calmly speaking to the side. He couldn't help but mock himself in his mind.

However, in reality, he made no attempt to defend himself.

He truly loathed this kind of preconceived notion!

I, Lin Zhidao, am ignorant and incompetent, and I have indeed caused trouble and beaten people in the past, but I would never consider beating people a hobby! Nor would I be so bad as to have someone report me to my home.

They accused me of hitting someone without even asking me what happened?

He really is a good father to me.

"What's with those photos on the ground?" Lin Dongyao pointed to the ground; the photos that Gu Sanhai had just left behind hadn't been taken away.

Lin Zhidao snorted and glanced casually at the ground.

The photo shows several strangers with bruises and swelling on their faces, some with bandages on, indicating serious injuries.

What does this have to do with me!

"So what if I hit him, so what if I didn't?" Lin Zhidao replied indifferently.

"What kind of attitude is that!"

Lin Dongyao's eyebrows twitched, clearly angered by those words.

Lin Zhidao looked at his father without fear.